Hail to the Chief
Dieter Eckhardt Hagan
A Ventrue of old Germanic descent, the embrace twisted his knight's honor into a sanguine code
Dieter’s earliest and fondest memories are of great battles. As a young knight, he rode with the best and fiercest warriors in his lords army. During one fateful seige of a rival’s keep, Dieter alone survived the defender’s retaliation and assaulted the Duke in his throne room. The duke gladly accepted his challenge and their swords clashed. It became quickly apparent that Dieter was outclassed. His opponent did not tire, and no wound could fell him. When he leisurely asked Dieter why he did not surrender, Dieter’s answer shocked him. Not for glory of god or honour of house did Dieter press the attack, but for himself. Facing a skilled opponent was all he ever sought. Seizing on his opponents momentary shock, Dieter dealt what he thought was a fatal blow. The duke calmly extracted Dieter’s blade and struck him down with it. Dieter soon rose as the duke’s black knight, riding the countryside for his lord ever searching for worthy adversaries. While his lords have varied over the centuries, as have the battlefield, his ideals and his desires have not. He sees vampires as superior to humans, and obligated to rule them. And ventrue superior to other vampires, to keep order among the rulers.